August Løvenskiolds: ‘Extreme Feminist Hostility to Men on Campus’ is Difficult to Survive

In an article for A Voice for Men, men’s rights activist August Løvenskiolds offered college-bound men some advice on how to survive life on campus. Yes, survive. Løvenskiolds writes that because of pervasive anti-male bias, it truly is a matter of survival if you’re a male university student.

In the article, entitled “Just survive somehow: A guide for college men”, Løvenskiolds wrote — in complete seriousness, mind you — that the “extreme feminist hostility to men on campus makes college a minefield for everyone, students, faculty and administration alike.”

“For men who choose college the stakes are enormous,” he wrote. We “need men’s rights advocates and activists on campus to push back hard against the feminist hysteria that is destroying both the college experience and the lives of too many men.” (It is yet unclear what MRAs actually do other than harass women and feminists on campuses and elsewhere, let alone what they do to help men.)

Life for men’s rightsers is even more dismal, according to Løvenskiolds, who claimed that being an MRA “can be dangerous for students as the MRA label makes you a target for feminists” who “hold institutional power on almost all campuses.”

Løvenskiolds then hits peak persecution complex, advising his audience to forgo sexual relationships on campus, lest they be unfairly maligned as sexual predators — again pushing the myth that false rape accusations are commonplace. He declared that the “Columbia ‘mattress girl’ rape hoax began when Paul [Nungesser] drifted away from Emma Sulkowicz.”

Actually, despite the fact that Nungesser was found not responsible for that particular sexual assault (after he appealed a previous unfavorable decision, that is), Nungesser had been accused of sexual violence by other women — including an ex-girlfriend — one of whom he was found responsible for sexually assaulting.

Løvenskiolds also references Norma McCorvey — Jane Roe of Roe v. Wade — who, at first, asserted her pregnancy had been the result of rape, hoping that such a claim would be helpful to her cause. The Texas abortion statute, after all, had no exceptions for rape or incest. Ultimately, though, McCorvey’s claim of rape played no role in her lawyers’ arguments or the Court’s ultimate decision.

Løvenskiolds describes the effects of feminism in ways that can only be described as disturbing. The “feminist pressures placed on heterosexual women” turn them into “hot messes.” “[N]on-feminist women” are at their “peak age…of their sexual attractiveness” and “they watching [sic] their weight, styling their long tresses, shaving their body hair, wearing makeup, dressing in sexy clothing, appreciating men for being masculine, and smiling at men’s advances.”

He also repeats the usual canned critiques of feminists. That feminist women “are emotionally compromised by their cultivated hatred of men and sex.” That men only claim to be feminists in order to “make feminists like them.” That feminist women are unattractive, with “neuroses, red clown hair, side shave, and 60 pounds of extra weight in all the wrong places.” That such women attempt to “lure” drunk men to bed with them for a “pity fuck.”

Men, being the “good-natured souls” that they are, know that it is “dangerous to say no to a feminist, and especially bad to refuse to fuck them.” The women, in turn, lob false accusations against the men for no reason whatsoever. Løvenskiolds dispatches even with anecdotal evidence to support his rant, instead relying entirely on tired, sexist stereotypes.

He then advises men to launch a “preemptive strike” against feminists by, of all things, falsely accusing feminist women of sexual assault and sexual harassment. “If a feminist flirts with you,” he wrote, “pretend to be flattered until you can file a harassment claim against her.”

In addition, if you “wake up with a feminist in your bed, sprint to the aptly named student affairs office and file a complaint.” This assumes that a feminist woman would want anything to do with whiny, vindictive men’s rightsers like Løvenskiolds.

The extreme feminist hostility to men on campus makes college a minefield for everyone, students, faculty and administration alike.

For men who choose college the stakes are enormous: most are taking on decades of student loan debt and so they need to get the best possible educations and employment credentials from the experience. On the other hand, we need men’s rights advocates and activists on campus to push back hard against the feminist hysteria that is destroying both the college experience and the lives of too many men. Becoming an MRA can be dangerous for students as the MRA label makes you a target for feminists and feminists hold institutional power on almost all campuses.

I often struggle with what to tell men caught in this situation – protect yourself, or take the risk of fighting for your rights as an MRA?

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Having sex with women on campus these days should be avoided in order to minimize the risk that she will file a rape hoax against you, but even that is no guarantee: the UVA rape hoax was triggered in a bid by Jackie Coakley to get romantic sympathy from a man who had friend-zoned her. At Brown University, a rape hoax was triggered when a guy failed to talk to a woman at a party. The Columbia “mattress girl” rape hoax began when Paul drifted away from Emma Sulkowicz. And, of course, the great feminist triumph Roe V. Wade began as a rape hoax concocted for political purposes and the hoax was only dropped when it failed to advance those political ends.

The feminist pressures placed on heterosexual women in college turn them all into hot messes. A normal het woman in college is facing a rigged numbers game: there are only 2 men for every 3 women. Remove the gay men from the dating pool and the numbers move closer to 2 women for each man. In addition to being doomed numerically, the feminists have powerful sexual competition – nonfeminist women are at the peak age (around age 20) of their sexual attractiveness, plus, they watching [sic] their weight, styling their long tresses, shaving their body hair, wearing makeup, dressing in sexy clothing, appreciating men for being masculine, and smiling at men’s advances – all activities that are strongly discouraged for feminist women lest they “appeal to the male gaze.” Feminists trying to compete against such women must feel as frustrated and pointless as a team trying to play baseball without bats or gloves.

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In addition to their incompetence and unwillingness to pretend to physical attractiveness, feminists are emotionally compromised by their cultivated hatred of men and sex – feminist women are conflicted by a sex drive that needs men, which stands in opposition to their distrust of even those men who stupidly claim to be feminists, thinking that this will make feminists like them.

But let’s say, hypothetically, that despite her neuroses, red clown hair, side shave, and 60 pounds of extra weight in all the wrong places, a feminist student manages to lure a drunk guy into her bed by begging for a pity fuck. Men are good-natured souls and they also understand that it is dangerous to say no to a feminist, and especially bad to refuse to fuck them.

By cultivating the aura of unattractiveness, the feminist has sabotaged the man’s sex drive, and the alcohol won’t help him get and keep an erection. The feminist’s vibrator addiction will set an impossible standard for the sexual performance of the drunk guy, and while he slurs out the litany of affirmative consent demands in the vain hope of dodging a rape hoax, his boner is wasting away in the pleasure-killing condom. Because she eschews porn as abusive to women (who love showing off their skills in porn, and are paid more handsomely than men for it), the feminist has no clue how to get the guy hard.

Of course he is not going to call her back nor talk to her at a future party. She was the worst lay of his life and there is zero chance it will get better. Attempting to teach a feminist how to fuck is impossible – at best, she will dismiss you as a mansplainer. at worst, she will attack you with a knife.

When this freshly, barely fucked feminist goes crying to her friends, OF COURSE they will demand she charge the drunk guy with rape – how DARE he disrespect her like that!

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Your best defense against feminists is the preëmptive strike – learn the rules thoroughly, get copies of the forms you need to file and be ready to file them at (or even before) the first hint of trouble.

If a feminist flirts with you, pretend to be flattered until you can file a harassment claim against her. Your failure to file first opens the door for her to file first, and in that case, you are doomed.

If you wake up with a feminist in your bed, sprint to the aptly named student affairs office and file a complaint.

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At this point, the feminist will have forced you to act like an MRA. Accept the title, or deny it – it matters not to us.